Made with Love

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And I can see the fire on water,
I can see the light shining in your eyes,
I know that I can't stop it now,
'Cos I've been caught in the heat of the sun
 
There's a light in your eyes, did you leave that light burning for me?
 
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death & sick as cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
 
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like Candy when it's wrapped in a sweater
 
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
 
What's in front of me? I just can't believe
Oh, you're tempting me, candy, you're so sweet
It's been too long, oh it feels so wrong
Danger, danger, candy from a stranger
 
It's a circle of deception
It's a hall of strangers
It's a cage without a key
You can feel the danger
 
All the world's indeed a stage and we are merely players.
Performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the gilded cage.
 
That's how much I feel, feel for you, baby
How much I need, I need your touch
How much I live, I live for your loving
That's how much, that's how much
 
What do I need when the night gets too lonely
And there's no one to help me understand
You're what I need . . . well you can help me
With only the touch of your loving hand
 
And you can't keep your hands off me
Or your pants on
See what you've done to me
King of Chevron
 
Take my hand
I’m a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That’s the danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you
 
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away.......
 
You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
 
No I'm no angel
No I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle
Let me start a fire with your spark
 
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was
The low spark of high-heeled boys
 
It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it and you spend your life putting money in his wallet
 
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